MF DOOM, MC Paul Barman - Hot Guacamole lyrics

I'm old school, this mic is my ProTool
I'm three apples high
I live in a toadstool like a smurf
Everyone at birth is given x ray specs
But they under-use them to
Undress the opposite sex holy guacamole!
Let's get this rap cash
'Cause art right now is on some slap dash
Contract crap trash
Leave me here save yourself!
Okay pass me your wallet, I'll send help
Mmm now who drank the last brew?
They turned off my cell again
The bill was way past due
Gosh, tell a friend
But don't let 'em gas you
It's all just hogwash, now back to the castle
Where's that? Parts unknown
When I'm home the seeds throw
Darts at the throne
No tart taste to the ho cakes, no jakes
And first place in the go-cart race goes to
No brakes!
Teach peace to the babies, we're all the same
At least for the ho's sake
Stepped on an undisclosed rake
Catch a nose-ache y'all flows is fake
Yodel-Lay-Hee-Hoo wants to be my protege?
Me y tú? So parrot back it
I'm an underlined caret bracket
Greater than or equal to
But greater than four stars
Greater than straight-A report cards
Greater than poor sports in divorce
Courts or sports bars what's your mission?
Making hundreds
Shaking blunders in this self
(inaudible) taking on fun-filled until
Dunn chill
It ain't all about the dollar bill
You could be dead broke and
Be a scholar still
That's true, what question should I ask you?
Uh "What type of ill-type of
Tricks do the mask do?"
Okay what type of ill-type of ill
Tricks do the mask do?
The face plate remove and
I give chicks tattoos
But then they can see your face!
I make 'em look the other way
I almost caught a case off that
Same shit the other day
In Grady's truck is where I first got lucky
In the 80s, now I make the ladies say
"Yucky!" like Sandy
Bollocks, that old mustache is bull-snot
On your bald spot
Now that's what I call hot!